The Fathers Hands have Cheated

Daddy use to love me
daddy use to sing me to sleep
daddy never hurt me
infact, he'd hold me when I'd weep.

Daddy use to make me laugh
Daddy'd wipe my tears
daddy'd look under my bed for monsters, daddy'd scare away my fears.

Daddy pushed me on a swing
it use to feel like I could fly
he'd hold me in his caring arms
the only love, that wouldn't defy.

Daddy'd tickle my tummy
daddy'd give me hugs
daddy was there when I was
a teenager,
daddy, stopped me
from doing drugs.

Daddy'd make me happy
with daddy, depression
was not found
I'd be joyful in his presence,
God, I'd loved it when he was around.

When I was about 16
my dad and mom
got into a complicated fight
I remember laying in my bed
praying my father was alright.

And then I watched him
just simply walk out the front door
and the feeling in my stomach
knew, it would never be like before.

Some time later I found out
just what their fight was about
my dad was caught
with another woman
though, to this day,
my heart still fills with doubt.

Then in the middle
of the springtime
my daddy shot himself in the head
and I wouldn't believe it, in my soul
wouldn't believe he was dead,
for daddy had always
made me whole.

Kissing another woman tenderly
upon her sinful lips
I could not truly picture my daddy
someway doing this.

Wasn't he thinking of me?
wasn't he thinking of my mom?
I hoped God would give me
the strength, cause I wasn't
very strong.

Tears drip, acting as lies
and I try not to let them escape,
trying not to let them fall
my eye ducks I must tape.

My father shot himself
he's sins were never defeated
he left me here,
with no place to cry

The fathers hands have cheated.